Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

“It’s really boring for these two to play chess. How about we merge and expand the chessboard?” Pang Sheng’s eyes flickered, as if he were implying something.

Although he was asking a question, he didn't give the three saints a chance to answer. As he opened his mouth, he had already closed the two chessboards together and placed his black piece.

"As the saying goes, the host follows the guest's lead. As long as Brother Pang is happy." Jiang Sheng smiled slightly and did not stop him.

Pang Sheng's eyes froze. This Jin Hong was still his Canglan territory, yet this old man had directly turned around and treated him as the master.

In the sky, Qi Tian's body was forced back by the endless sea of ​​swords, and Tuoba Jin's gaze became more serious, no longer so composed.

"I underestimated you." He spoke slowly, and suddenly grasped a crimson gold staff in his hand. He swept it out, carrying with him countless fighting spirits, shattering the sun, moon, earth, and countless swords in the void.

With the support of the semi-sacred artifact battle staff, his fighting spirit soared, overwhelming the endless sword momentum, and the main city's ground was continuously pierced.

"Kill." The crimson-gold staff slashed down at her across the sky, but Ye Wuxi's gaze remained unchanged. The illusory images of Buddha and demons around her rushed out, and she held the broken sword of the sun and moon in her hand to slash upwards.

In previous battles, they had never used weapons, since in terms of weapon quality, no one could compare to the king of the Tuoba clan.

The Sun and Moon Sword was ultimately damaged, and its enhancement to her strength was not as significant as that of the opponent's top-tier semi-saint battle staff.

Although she also possessed a top-tier semi-sacred artifact, it was incompatible with her cultivation, and using it in this kind of battle only put her at a disadvantage.

"Borrow ten thousand swords." After repelling the crimson gold staff, Ye Wuxi instantly repositioned himself and unleashed the Sun and Moon Sword, its sound booming and resounding.

A terrifying sword wind swept around her, and in an instant, the sword's power seemed to materialize across the vast main city.

Its power is invincible, its intent boundless.

The two allied forces were horrified, and the swords on their bodies trembled involuntarily, as if submitting to the blue-clad woman and the broken holy sword in the sky.

The swordsman with the strength of an emperor immediately stopped his own emperor sword from rushing out, while the other sword emperors' myriad swords were completely out of control and instantly rushed towards the sky.

The void transformed into a sea of ​​solid swords, drawing in all the swords within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles. They roared and converged behind Ye Wuxi, pointing towards the battle spirit that filled the sky.

"With the power of ten thousand swords, can your Battle Saint's might extinguish it?" Ye Wuxi's blue robes fluttered as his voice fell, and countless greatswords formed a sword array, like a divine dragon, sweeping out and attacking.

Hearing that arrogant voice and seeing the shattered void and the shadow of the fighting spirit and the staff, both armies couldn't help but tremble.

Borrowing 100,000 swords might actually defeat Dou Zhan?

"Defeating a battle is never that easy," the Northern Wilderness group murmured.

"Even if there are a million swords, I will break them."

Tuoba Jin uttered his voice, and the crimson-gold staff shattered the sky. He stepped on the golden staff, his body transforming into countless shadows, gathering holy energy and wielding the staff to form a giant battle diagram, charging towards the Divine Dragon Sword Formation.

"Turtle Yuan Seal, suppress." Ye Wuxi did not intend to watch him break the sword formation. He immediately slammed the Sun and Moon Sword across the sky towards the golden staff. The Xuanwu phantom on his body peeled off and transformed into a sky-covering seal that crushed down the battle diagram of ten thousand staffs.

The battle map shattered, and a hundred thousand swords charged forth, unleashing a terrifying wind of destruction across the heavens and earth.

"How can this defeat me? Kill!" Tuoba Jin was forced back, and his body suddenly condensed into a terrifying golden war elephant. Guided by his holy blood, it materialized and rushed out, shattering the sword formation dragon.

He also cultivates both body and magic, and is a Heavenly Emperor in both. Although his body refining technique seems less profound than Ye Wuxi's, it was specially sought out by the clan's experts to complement his Holy Body, making his defense and attack unparalleled.

"Burning Heaven Technique." The war elephant, carrying a holy aura, charged forward. Ye Wuxi's gaze narrowed slightly, the flame patterns on his body intensified, and black and white flames rose from his palms, merging with the Burning Heaven Technique formed by the phantom of the Vermilion Bird, and he unleashed it with a fierce strike.

The Tuoba family, being a dominant clan, clearly has no shortage of powerful body-refining techniques and resources, making it much simpler and easier for her to cultivate both body and magic.

In addition, the Fighting Saint Body's physical body was already strong, and the combination of the two allowed it to withstand her Holy Sword Formation. Tuoba Jin's strength was truly remarkable, making him arguably the strongest opponent of the same realm she had ever fought.

The divine beings Hou Que and Ji Nanyan of the past were ultimately from the lower realm, and their physical development and control were far inferior.

The Void War Elephant was instantly incinerated, and the terrifying flames continued to shoot straight at Tuoba Jin, as if they could even incinerate the heavens and the sun.

As everyone stared intently at the fire in the sky, Jiang Sheng looked at the chess pieces on the board and slowly said, "You've lost."

"Loss? Brother Jiang, are you perhaps as blind as the Holy King Zhuge?" Pang Sheng raised an eyebrow and placed a piece.

On the chessboard, his and Xuanyuan Shengwang's black pieces, which seemed to have entered a dead end, suddenly came back to life.

Before the Canglan Allied Forces, Lü Qingwan and the others from Beihuang looked at the sky, their eyes filled with disbelief, "The Holy Body has been broken..."

Amidst the scattered flames, Ye Wuxi stood holding his sword, while Tuoba Jin was slammed to the ground by the terrifying cyan dragon claw, his sacred body stained with blood.

The destruction of the Holy Body signifies that the outcome of this battle is already decided.

"You have lost." The world was silent, and Ye Wuxi's calm voice rang out.

The crowd trembled. Today, they seemed to have witnessed firsthand the defeat of the Holy Body King of Gu Xuan and the rise of another king.

"This battle is not over yet." Tuoba Jin wiped the holy blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with battle fire, and he rose up again.

Ye Wuxi frowned slightly, sensing that something was wrong. She immediately retreated, only to hear Tuoba Jin shout, "Wusheng, come here."

As his voice fell, a long, ancient golden staff stretched across the sky and earth, its terrifying holy power spreading out and sealing off Ye Wuxi's surroundings.

He was the Third Prince of Tuoba, the Battle Saint Body of the Nightmare of the Royal Body. How could he be defeated in this small world, and even defeated by an unknown person?

"Another sacred artifact..." Mu Yao and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they unleashed their power wildly, trying to rush to Ye Wuxi's side.

The Tuoba clan's strength may be similar to that of the Dao Palace, but the clan's dominant power differs greatly in the distribution of weapons and the mobilization of strong individuals. A Heavenly Emperor King can even carry a sacred artifact with him.

"The battle is not over yet, what do you mean by this, fellow Daoists of Tianxu?" The Half-Saints of Canglan would naturally not let Mu Yao and the others have their way.

"Get out of my way if you don't want to die. I'll only fight her." Tuoba Jin shouted, his gaze fixed on Ye Wuxi.

The Eight Realms Dao Palace is not a pushover for the Tuoba clan to trample on. He is not so arrogant as to use sacred artifacts to slaughter at will.

“If Your Highness King Jin cannot accept defeat, you may simply reveal your sacred artifact right away, and I will gladly admit defeat.”

Ye Wuxi desperately held up the Sun and Moon Sword, his body constantly being torn apart and stained with blood, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Weapons are also part of strength. The Heavenly Saint Palace isn't without sacred artifacts. You can use them too." Tuoba Jin snorted coldly, swung the Lifeless Cudgel and brought it down with a bang, intending to kill her.

From beyond the heavens, Zhuge Shengwang flicked a ray of light from his fingertip, but it was instantly stopped by Xuanyuan Shengwang.

“Brother Jiang isn’t in a hurry, so why should Saint King Zhuge rush to send the Heavenly Mystery Sword? Young Friend Ye is very fortunate. I believe he can still destroy the Saint Body even without a sacred artifact,” Pang Sheng said, raising an eyebrow.

Ye Wuxi cursed the heavens inwardly as she listened to Tuoba Jin's words.

All four saints are outside the boundary, but Sage Pang and Sage King Xuanyuan wish she would die to ashes. Who can successfully send her a sacred artifact?